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Once again, a body, collapsed in a bizarre pose.

The same marks on the neck.

Strangled. Possibly with a rosary.

Blue lips. Dilated pupils.

Strangled and poisoned.

The same handkerchief lodged in the throat.

Dirty with vomit.

Strangling, poisoning and broncho-aspiration.

Now, one thing doesn't add up.

Why kill the same person three different ways?

Why not just strangle?

Maybe he wasn't strong enough to strangle his victims.

And if he poisoned her, why didn't he wait?

Why use the handkerchief to make her swallow her own vomit?

This time, he didn't strike the victim's head.

-No. -And there was no sex.

-There was. -There was?

Unlike what happened to Olívia, this time it was consensual.

What makes you say that?

She got dressed after sex.

She was handsomely paid, too.

Or did she normally just walk around with large amounts of money?

No.

Walking around with money isn't safe for any of us.

It seems walking around penniless isn't safe, either, Candinha.

-How so? -This man doesn't want money.

He didn't take the jewels or the crown off of Olívia,

and paid Dorotéia for the sex.

So you mean...

Ladies-of-the-night are in danger here.

That's why I called you here to listen to my conclusions,

so you'll report this to your friend, Beja, a fellow professional.

The both of you, as whorehouse owners, are certainly the suspect's targets.

What in God's name will we do if we can't even be outside?

I expect to find this man before he touches his next victim.

Dorotéia didn't deserve to die like that, she was a happy person.

She helped everyone, you know? Even Maria,

who behaved really poorly back at Beja's meeting.

Dorotéia offered to take her home.

She did not deserve this death!

Januário, get her some water and sugar, she's upset.

No, no need. I just want to go home.

-Will you escort her? -Of course. Come.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you.

MADAM BEJA

You spent the night there?

This just arrived from Paracatu. Olívia's autopsy report.

Devil's trumpet,

the poison that killed Olívia.

I needn't read Dorotéia's autopsy report to know the same poison killed her.

Shall we interrogate the apothecary?

May I join you?

One is little, two is nice, and three is even better.

-I don't get it. -Just a joke.

I don't know how he can joke like that with a murderer just out and about.

Good thing I'm not a woman.

And some people think time is ripe to have a wedding party now.

"Mrs. Ana Jacinta de São José has the honor of inviting you, sir,

and your family, to witness our matrimony, that shall..."

Ana Jacinta? Who on Earth is that?

It just had to be Beja. Shameless creature.

Can you believe it? Inviting our family to her wedding?

And just as Antônio read, the shameless woman even called herself a "miss."

Just imagine that! A whore like her!

Can you believe she would throw aside the father of her firstborn?

No, dear husband?

In the fight between good and evil, do not be tempted by the demon!

"Madam Beja",

which many of you know much better than you should,

had the audacity to come here and try to schedule her wedding.

I said "no".

I said "never"!

If the priest won't do the ceremony, how can there be a wedding?

-She always finds a way, no? -Do not bow to Beja!

Otherwise we will all end up paying for her sins!

This town will be destroyed like Sodom and Gomorrah!

May God guide and protect us!

Hallelujah!

-Hallelujah! -Hallelujah!

So, you sell this so-called devil's trumpet?

I do. Why? Do you have an indication for use?

Listen, herb man, the Inspector asks the questions.

It's a very toxic and dangerous herb, Januário.

Who did you sell that to in Araxá?

Sorry. I can't expose my clients.

-Mr. Fortunato. -Januário.

I don't know if you've heard, but two women died around here.

Traces of devil's trumpet were found on one of the bodies.

Would you mind collaborating with the policemen?

Of course not.

I sold devil's trumpet

to Beja,

and also to Antônio Sampaio.

Surprising, but, not by much.

Januário, we have another lead.

Thank you for the help, Apothecary.

Yes. My daughter, Teresa, uses the devil's trumpet.

Are you certain this herb killed Olívia?

Yes.

The poison made her vomit, and it made the jaguar give up on eating her.

The rest, you already know.

She must have used a lot of it.

Does anyone else have access to that herb here, Beja?

No. Just me.

Has the herb helped your daughter? What ails her, anyway?

Something I hope you'll never experience, Januário.

Some say it's the devil, some say it's just whining,

some say it's nothing at all.

I just know that the sun doesn't always rise for Teresa.

Like it's only clouds and rain inside of her.

The herb is the only thing that cheers her up.

So you wouldn't casually waste it.

Up until now, I was in danger,

-now I'm a suspect? -Investigations are dynamic, Beja.

I can't ignore certain findings, sadly.

Inspector, I understand that you'd suspect me.

It makes a lot of sense. I have many reasons to kill Olívia,

only if I were enough of an idiot

to just leave my diadem on her body, risking it be stolen.

Indeed, you wouldn't leave your greatest treasure unguarded.

My children are my greatest treasure.

I wouldn't waste Teresa's medicine like that.

The herb that killed Olívia did not come from me.

In fact,

I'd do anything for my daughters, including marrying.

Teresa's biggest dream is to see me married, and I'll make it so.

Here are your invites.

You are invited.

You'll marry, even with all this death?

Nothing beats a little joy to wash away such sadness, no?

Tea?

Beja,

I can imagine it's hard to love someone who cannot be,

like your daughter.

Tears of Morpheus.

Just a drop, when life seems absurd.

You will have a waking dream, much more colorful and interesting.

A wedding gift.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Ceci!

I was shopping around town and decided to stop by here and come say hello!

You were such good friends to Paulo.

He thought highly of you two.

The feeling was always mutual.

We dearly miss your husband.

-Please. -Thank you.

I really regret that João and Maria's wedding wasn't finalized.

Ladies.

Mr. Mendonça.

Mrs. Ceci, this is Avelino, João's friend.

Our friend, too.

We briefly met each other the other day, a small incident at the cemetery.

I never imagined that he'd frequent your home!

I really never imagined it.

How are you, ma'am?

Mrs. Ceci, are you well?

Pardon me.

Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just...

You remind me very much of my late husband. When he was young, of course.

But, from what I remember of him, Avelino looks nothing like Sampaio.

Not even the skin tone.

Then I suppose his absence speaks louder!

Well, shall we resume the lesson, Mrs. Josefa?

I'd like to suspend the violin lessons until after João's wedding.

I'm very busy with preparations.

Josefa!

You're always surprising me!

First, painting! And now, the violin!

Maybe one day I'll come watch these lessons.

I miss good music so badly ever since I arrived from the capital.

-Come whenever! -It's always nice to have you.

-Tea? -No, thank you.

I accept.

Of course.

What do you intend with this little game?

Little game?

-What? -You kissed me to torture me, no?

After all, you're marrying another.

-You're the one who kissed me. -Because I'm a man!

Just like any other man that comes here, in fact!

-They kiss you all they want! -Antônio...

What drives you insane is that I don't need you

to make a living, confess it.

What you do doesn't matter to me.

It matters what you do to mine. Leave me alone.

You'll never be at peace until you accept what you feel for me.

What I feel for you is hatred.

Stop! Not here!

-Go home! Go! -Beja!

My God.

What foolishness!

Foolishness was marrying João.

The pure, chaste fiancée that you abandoned no longer exists!

She died when you married another.

-Why do you insist on lying to yourself? -I learned it!

Inside the heart of a woman, there's space for all kinds of love.

I know that what you feel for me is much stronger than anything

that João can make you feel.

These stairs,

-they're my witness. -What do you want me to do?

-Cancel the wedding! -I can't! Of course not!

Not even these deaths canceled it!

Unless you acknowledge me for all of Araxá to see.

You know I can't.

The elections are coming and...

It's always the elections!

Always that same excuse! Aren't you tired?

I can't tire of something I was born to do!

I cannot risk my reputation.

Without my wife, I'll lose it all!

If you're going to stay married, what's wrong with me being married too?

And us two?

Do you want to be with me?

You know I do.

And you want to stay married?

I swore it to God.

Then what's so wrong with accepting what you are offering me?

-What do you want with my sister? -Calm down, Antônio.

These gentlemen are just asking for information.

She was the last person to see that lady from the tavern before she died.

Why were you at the tavern, Maria?

She was not at the tavern.

She felt ill and was brought home by Dorotéia.

That's what she was telling us.

You may proceed, ma'am, please.

Of course.

Actually, the harlot did not bring me here.

A carriage stopped by at the road, and this man,

well, let's just say he hired her services.

Did you see this man?

Of course not. I'm not the kind to meddle in people's lives.

The blinds were closed. I only saw a hand, with a glove on,

it looked like a man's hand.

I think you've asked enough questions, no?

Thank you, miss. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I just need a quick word with you, Mr. Sampaio.

If it's quick.

Have you been buying Devil's Trumpet? Is this true?

That's the poison that killed Olívia and probably Dorotéia.

The victims of the prostitute killer.

Hello, my love.

João, we need to talk.

-Is something wrong with the girls? -No, no.

It's me.

Actually, it's me and Antônio.

Why are you doing this to me?

Again, Beja?

We need to figure out how we'll deal with this situation.

Deal?

It was you who proposed to marry me!

And I want to marry you.

Of course I want to marry you! I just want to be honest!

I want to marry, but I also want to be with him.

-I don't understand. -I want to do what you men do.

You, my husband. And him, my lover.

Did I hear this right?

I'm just being more honest than you men.

If I were a man, this conversation would never happen.

If you were my wife, you'd think this is normal!

No!

No, no! No, it's not normal!

Not with my wife!

You'll have to choose, Beja.

Either you marry me,

or you stay shacked up with Antônio.

You didn't understand, João.

I already chose.

Now, I need to know if you'll accept.

Cancel the wedding.

Beja asked this of you?

She didn't ask, she enforced it.

Yes. Love is known for absurdities.

I love Beja so much.

I didn't want to lose her like this!

But if I agree to this, what will happen to my dignity?

My friend,

you have been weathering that storm for so long.

Your love for her is so...

unconditional, that you let her lay with other men at the Estate.

And why not Antônio?

It's different with him.

He's not just any man.

She loves him.

But don't you think that, in her own way, she also loves you?

If she didn't love you, she'd just cancel the wedding and get with Antônio.

Don't you think?

What I'm trying to explain is that Maria went through tough times with the nuns.

-Tough times? -The Mother sought medicine to calm her,

to recompose her.

And so, the apothecary prescribed tea, made out of Devil's Trumpet.

I took the teabags to the convent.

So, Maria has in her possession a large quantity of this poison, no?

No. I didn't give her anything.

Why not?

As I neared the convent, I found Maria on the road.

She was trying to hurt herself.

Speak plainly, Valdo.

Inspector, my sister tried to take her own life, it wasn't the first time.

Valdo didn't think it wise to give her the herb.

Too great a dose would turn that remedy into poison.

It would be dangerous in her hands.

What did you do with the teabags?

I used it to kill a jaguar that was attacking our farm's cattle.

If this Devil's Trumpet kills rats, as people like to say,

a good amount should kill a jaguar too, I thought.

And it did kill the beast!

Mother?

Are you alright?

You were out all day.

Where did you go?

I went to light a candle, so Antônio would come to his senses.

What do you think?

No more mourning clothes?

I always thought a woman's mourning was eternal.

Don't you remember the capital?

Widows mourn for some time, but then...

Don't even mention the capital, it's everything I want.

I want Antônio to win the elections so we can all go back.

As for the clothes, any color looks good on you.

If I were you, ma'am, I'd pray the rosary.

Removing your mourning clothes aren't your only offense.

You have the booze to worsen what is already awful.

Col. Botelho.

It must be you, sir. Just like the description they gave me.

A drink?

-You are... -Maurício Belgard, Police Inspector.

At your disposal.

What does the police want from me, at this hour, in a place like this?

Actually, I wanted to extend to you an invite to the police station.

But I saw you come in and remembered what they told me.

And what did they tell you?

That you are, excluding Beja, one of the only people of Araxá

that own a carriage.

Surely, sir, you're not here to ask me for a ride on my carriage.

No!

Actually, I wanted to know if you, sir,

were one of Dorotéia's regulars.

Inspector,

this is a small town.

Here, the news travel quicker than the wind.

I know she's dead.

You suspect me?

It says here, on my notebook:

"A man, inside a carriage, was the last to see Dorotéia still alive."

Write this down on your little book:

"Yes, Botelho did find Dorotéia on the road.

Yes, Botelho approached Dorotéia.

Yes,

Botelho invited Dorotéia for some casual fun.

She did not accept.

Botelho went home, frustrated."

And why did you pay for a service you never received, sir?

Wrong deduction. I didn't pay.

Now excuse me, I need some whiskey.

"No traces of semen were found in the victim's vaginal canal."

Why did Olívia have her violation interrupted halfway?

Why did Dorotéia get paid for sex she never had?

Or she did, and this man is lying.

Two glasses?

How were you so sure I'd come?

I'm glad you accepted my invite.

I think we need to talk.

I love you.

I love you so much, Fortunato.

Maybe one day, you'll let me tell you?

-Today was exhausting. -Long night, no?

And when the colonel come talk about...

Good evening, João.

-Good evening, Severina. -Excuse me.

I didn't expect to see you here.

But I'm glad you came.

I thought a lot about what you said.

You're not wrong.

Actually, I always believed in equality amongst all peoples.

There's only one problem with your proposal.

It's called "Antônio."

He's not just any man. Just any simple lover.

He's the great love of your life.

He always was and, sadly, always will be.

You don't believe that there is space in my heart for you, as well?

Then what could explain so many years together, João?

You have nothing to fear.

Antônio's space is his, and yours is yours.

It'll always be yours.

Always.

I love you so much, my Beja.

I can't live without you.

You don't have to! You just have to accept it.

We'll get married in just a few days.

Right?

Yes.

Yes. We'll get married.

I'm the happiest woman on this Earth!

I just don't know how we'll do it.

The priest said we're not marrying in his church.

The little priest will have to accept it.

All of Araxá has accepted me, so who is he to deny me?

Our wedding will take place!

What is this, my God?

Is it nice, father?

Your mother never erred with a tie, my son.

What heresy is this in front of my church?

You think marriage is heresy?

Who authorized use of the plaza?

I did. The Head of the Council.

You can all go! I will not wed anyone!

Relax, Father!

Our friend, Aranha, will do the honors.

There will be a wedding!

I've never seen a more beautiful bride.

You may exchange the rings.

Pure blasphemy!

Everything the whore does, she does to wound me!

First, she's engaged with my brother,

now she marries João, who was once promised to me!

Everything she does is to hurt me!

But I will not let her keep this power to wound me!

-Cheers to them! -Cheers!

A toast,

to the best cake ever!

A toast to Severina's baking talents!

I was her fiancé.

I was!

But she preferred the King's Magistrate!

Enough. You've been drinking all day.

Now she marries João just to rub it in my face.

I don't deserve that!

Calm down. Here. Come here.

Despair won't help you.

But you will.

If I can't have her, I'll...

Stop!

You don't respect your feelings, but at least respect mine!

Go!

We didn't open today, all the girls left because of all the murders.

I want to sleep. Go home, Antônio!

I want to sleep with you!

The day you give a damn about my feelings, you will!

Go home, Antônio!

You should have joined the party at the Estate of Jatobá.

Why party?

All I want is to be with my wife.

Doing what only a husband can do to his wife.

Honey, I'm so tired.

I can hardly read.

Alright.

I'll get some tea.

Alright.

Gentlemen, drink it all up!

Every last drop.

This beverage I had prepared is special for just this night.

It's good for the soul.

And the body.

Beja!

You're mine!

Mine!

Want me to get him out of here?

Without you,

I'll die.

Severina, serve him a drink.

He deserves it.

A toast.

To life!

-To life! -To life!

Today, I won't choose just one gentleman.

I'll choose two.

Have fun!

Beja...

What did you put in that drink?

It doesn't matter.

It's already in our blood.

All that matters is this moment.